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[On being in the right place, at the right time]
So here I am,1 still in Johannesburg, Joburg, Jozi, the District 9 city. The African version of LA.
The rough & tough old mining town that I was born in. esCAPEd from. And evidently needed to return to make peace with (like an ex-smoker I bore greater rights to cast scorn on its dirty sexy evils when I’d slipped its golden handcuffs in ’99).
 
Here for the best of reasons – which means I’m not here for the money. And not leaving anytime …

Beautiful little Cape Town this morning, wrapped in cool drizzly morning serenity is almost a different country from the vast thumping snarling sexy confident Joburg that I have just left. To say I love one more than the other would be a lie.. Jozi is a muse and her people heartpoundingly strong, some intoxicatingly inspiring. Wish I could take the potency of Joburg’s energy and counterweight it with the peace of Cape Town – but like falling in love with 2 wonderful yet utterly different beings at the same time …

Does your environment strengthen & inspire you?
I live in a city that is like a big natural energy power-station to my soul. This place is spirit-soaringly lovely. Considered one of the world’s most beautiful cities, nestled between the big blue Atlantic Ocean & towering granite mountains, exquisitely clothed in the planet’s most richly diverse floral kingdom. Ringed by rambling vineyards and white sand beaches, could it get more gorgeous? Oh yes.. and the humans emerge in abnormally beautiful varieties here too %-)